Just some stuff about some other stuff. An awkward homage to Richard Brautigan.
Daydream about books featuring vacationers shoveling snow.Sound good?
I enjoy sitting in front of a warm fire in my pajamas, sipping hot chocolate (maybe with a little peppermint schnapps), and watching my neighbor outside shoveling snow.
My neighbor is an obsessive shoveler. If he could, he'd be out there with an oversize mitt, catching every flake before it landed on his precious driveway. A robust coffe with a dash of Galliano would be an excellent accompaniment to watching him shovel.
Bruce with His Snow Blower, MarchOnce again skimming off the creamof last night’s snow, he movesmore slowly now under the weightof early March, like an old manwith his walker down long whitecorridors, the old pioneer rememberinghow in November he brokethe first heavy snow with his plowand opened up the vast territory of winter.
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